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- China Rose Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] ooc: halcyon mountains, a small shack between inferni and anathema borders Snow had fallen during the night.
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] 300+
The world kept changing in his greedy palms, and he knew better than he had mere weeks ago. That was how things were supposed to turn, and he could feel his flawed character take form under his skin, the mortal exterior that would soon possess the aptitude to fool those who strayed from grace and found him alluring. It was lovely to feel the slight itch of black feathers emerging amongst pale fur; to listen to the splintering from within as his body changed. Far from perfect, but time was his to command, and he knew that a voice would rise to guide him when time was ripe. He remained a caterpillar, wrapped tightly within his cocoon, but one day..
Today was not a particularly beautiful day, but the cold never seemed able to bite through his wolfish fur, and so he remained more or less indifferent about the chilly façade the world was throwing as winter was roaring towards its end. Days were slowly turning brighter, but the earth had yet to change its pace with this new change, and the coldest season remained for now. Again, the youth had found his optime form, waling on two lengthy limbs, unconsciously following a recent track from a creature he associated with delicious lust and devious sin. The scene would turn out to prove ironically similar to the previous, though it was he that found her within the hollow shells of a human home.
He hesitated as deep scarlet found their desired focus, and waited for sky blue to reveal recognition. And then—what? What did he wish to see within those eternal blue? Pale blonde coat rose quietly, but it made little difference as air whipped about his still form. She had helped him open Pandora’s Box—was she aware of this fact? She could not unsettle him any more, for she had shown him her art. ”Still cold?” he wondered, hovering by the hollow entrance where no obstacle met him. Poor thing, but why would she stray into such weather if she was unable to cope? .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 504
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] 300+
The girl’s body seemed to emit signals graced with more genuine traits than what had been perceived before. She remained a stranger, but was no longer an alien to his alert gaze of freshly drawn blood. The youth had drawn the girl’s blood once, but the episode seemed eerily distant, cloaked with fog and the aftertaste of her skin. Yearning would rise again if he only allowed it to, but the air between the two forms held an altered taste today, and he refrained from falling into her beauty. He decided that his wish was to stay above the surface this time; he chose air. Right now she seemed astray; the fledgling had fallen from its nest and resisted its fate.
Pupils dilated at her shivery words, but he found no immediate desire to respond with worthless words. Instead, he watched the quakes gently shake her petite form. The need to protect and preserve was no longer there, though the young Lykoi knew that desire would continue to run deep rivers through his core. It was natural, for she had shown the boy carnal love beyond his imagination. In a sense he would always crave her, no matter what. She had held the key and opened the door, and her red would forever stain the slick door frame.
As more flowed from her lyrical voice, he entered the crumbling shell, tilting his head at the confidence he found in her words. ”Yet your warmth has faded since I saw you,” he observed, speaking words beyond his age. What he spoke of was not of the physical kind. Her warmth had reached out for his hungry form back then, but all he felt today was air tediously scratching away at his isolating fur, losing the already lost battle for his body warmth. The pixie girl remained a more desirable target. The boy considered this physical difference between them, but was interrupted by words that could form an insult if one decided to treat it as such. Instead, it brought a new wave of ponder to his maturing mind.
In fact, he believed her. ”Maybe you’re right.” Was this not the reason why he was an outcast; banished by his own blood? The cold resided within him; twisted his reality into a form unfitting for the creatures around him. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 393
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] 300+
The burn in his chest was not consistent. The fuel differed greatly, and it brought him on edge, though he was in the possession of a new calm that he had not known merely a few weeks ago. Perhaps it was part of his maturing psyche; a sign that he was ready for his body’s anticipating slumber about the girl seated in this sad, wooden skeleton. Itachi had failed to capture this chaos branded songbird, but it did not indicate that she was not within his reach. The method used mattered greatly, and that was why her silvery wings would continue to allow her to soar. Unfortunately, he was still a child, though his body had already begun to argue with this; stretching his lithe form and revealing the wolf in him. He would not yet learn how to deal correctly with this Machiavellian creature.
Lips finally decided to curl slightly at her next words, though gaze suggested that little amusement was found in her words. She had misinterpreted his words, but he supposed that was only a positive thing. He did not wish to scare her away; this fragile little thing that stole her hues from the sky. A blonde air stretched backwards, lazily and uncaring, though his gaze seemed eternally locked on her doll face. Much had not changed; she continued to marinade his appreciative eyes. Or perhaps she had seen the truth while he had not. Revelation would always be around the corner. Chin tipped downwards, pointing at her shaking form. How vulnerable she seemed, the silver bird of summer.
Next words brought thought to him. He knew not what fear was, but believed it to be the taste of adrenaline on one’s tongue. He thought he knew, but was wrong. His remaining audit turned to point at his darker golden skull, and deep red waters disappeared behind pale hay shaded lids before emerging again, drawing in a touch of empathy. ”Good for you,” he mused, wondering how one could separate lies from truth. It was nice to hear that she would not shy from his presence. Crimson travelled to the blushing hand patting the ground beside her frosted form. An invitation. Should he wonder where that could lead? He wanted it, but was reluctant to decrease his ability to think. He did not want to be her obedient dog either. ”Why are you hiding out here, then?” he decided to ask instead. Surely it was not only to wait for him to appear. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 502
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] 300+
A creature like he would always believe he knew modesty, but the truth would never change; he could so quickly assume he held the high cards within his grasp, when all he was clutching was the essence of a lie. Not hiding, she said, and he settled with that, feeling no eagerness to pursue matters significance to him. Perhaps it was worthy of investigation, but he did not like the taste of nostalgia, which still had a nasty habit of visiting whenever his through grew soft and his resolve weak. Once, he had been a glorious prince, but he had fallen deep and lost his revealing crown to the depths of his own mentality. What did insanity taste like, he wondered.
She wished herself away, allowing her form to be embraced by frost. Had the young Itachi had the choice, he would have remained within the lands to where her flushed hand gestured. But no, that was not an option for him. The youth wished to rage at how ignorant she was of her privileges, but had ripened enough to understand that one creature’s haven was not necessarily another’s. The girl with the sky in her eyes was his opposite. Fire and water did not dance well together, but remained glorious together regardless, resting with ease on each their end on the scale. It made it that much more interesting, and he wondered if the same intrigue possessed her.
Air was air, but not to the doll faced coyote. A shrug was given as she posed her simple question. His limbs told him to wander, and so he did. The boy believed it was chance that had brought him to the celestial entity. He was pleased to have found the little silvery bird so soon. ”Did something happen?” The topic was not permitted to change, for he was interested in possible news from the clan land. He had missed her singing voice, he discovered. It was only natural that his body finally was to draw towards her anyway, and he settled next to the fairytale form of the Inferni princess, caring little to offer her the same personal space as the last time he has found a seat in her presence. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-17-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 386
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] 300+
Sunset gaze scrutinized the face he should know so well, but did not. The fallen prince was no wiser after her stuttering attempt of an answer, but he could not draw much for those empty words alone. The unfamiliar grimace marring those lovely features revealed more than her melodic voice could, and seeing as the two of them did not know anything of each other but the carnal touch, he supposed that this was likely to be all he could hope to receive without sowing suspicion within her light heart with the pale shades. She was nothing like him; this he had already discovered. No devil could accommodate such a lovely body with sky blue eyes speaking of warm summer days with cloudless skies. Perhaps that was where the attraction rested, the sensation of a pure entity trapped in his grasp. The Lykoi male was no monster though—not yet anyways, so there were no intentions of crushing her throat to cripple her lovely song.
Eyelids fluttered slightly at her question; one he had anticipated for a while but hoped would not rise for quite some time yet. Her name was a mystery to him as well, but he knew they shared blood. The youth was not as clever as he believed though, and knew not that their carnal meeting was of a sinful nature. The boy’s mind would reject such a provocative argument though, for there had been nothing sadistic about the moment they had shared. The prince did not want her to learn what he was, but a dark furred man had once told him that one should not cling too tightly to silly dreams. Was there really nothing in the stars? Lips were a short, tight line on his face, but the opposing within did not last for long. Why should he care? Itachi was not ashamed of what he had done, and therefore he should not be afraid to reveal his dark deeds.
”Are you certain you want to know?” he asked, blushed orbs travelling away from her shivery form to leap out the same window as hers. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 406
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] 300+
The growing boy could not claim that he was untouchable, but he knew that the chemical processes within his body made him into something abnormal—a freak through thought, in other words. Yet he remained normal in his own eyes, for he knew no other way of being. That was his largest flaw; to believe that his existence was justified and his self had been shaped by his surroundings. Perhaps this curse with wings had been brought down to him by his own blood. He knew not the extent of madness coursing through his royal blue veins. Perhaps his perception of the self had been different had he known of his father’s curse, but he was boldly unaware of the criminal that had given him life within his mother’s womb, just as everyone else.
Words brought the blood’s weeping gaze back to lovely features of silver and gold. Fingertips were laced with sweet tunes of nostalgia, but he refrained, for he doubted he would get a taste of the lovely girl ever again. The pixie face knew what she wanted, and the boy let his chin lift slightly in silent response; again weighting the words he would have to gift her. The princess’ name was revealed without encouragement, and he knew now as he had then that this was family, most likely cousin of another generation. Itachi had never made an effort to learn the Lykoi family tree, but her name had been spoken by Kaena’s lips in the past. What a shame, for she remained a beautiful bud in those unique sunset shades of his.
”My name is Itachi Lykoi.” It was not difficult to speak his own name, even if it was likely to be cursed on some tongues by now. The prince of betrayal could never return. It saddened him somewhat, but it was a fact he had worked past because he was intent on survival. He put himself first, as every other egocentric creature out there. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 439
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] 300+
Perhaps he overestimated his own reputation, for the female’s reaction to his identity was hushed and subtle. What had he expected? A sceam? Perhaps, but his thoughts and expectations were rarely met with a similar reality. Deep ruby orbs remained tranquil as he watched the sky turn slightly dismayed at the information granted, but that was all he would get first round. The youth was not disappointed, but he had to wonder what this could mean.
There were no hopes in the boy, for he did not expect further interaction with this lovely creature. Good things existed only so that they could end, and so would his carnal love for this pixie faced creature with her lovely frame and devious words. She had shown him a heaven, and while he deemed it not enough, he was not set on destruction. If the bird was to take wings, he would not manage to catch her. He had said he loved her, but their meaning had been altered and included only her flesh and the soup of hormones she had awakened in him.
Her question seemed odd, for he believed he already had harmed her. Not in the flesh—or so he hoped—but by revealing that he was the dark sheep of the herd of white. As a blood traitor to one of the most powerful families in ‘Souls, he was considered a wicked being by most. ”No?” It was as much a question as it was an answer, he supposed. The serious thought of consciously hurting the lovely entity had not occurred to him.
The female’s next words seemed even more surprising, though not as much as he wrapped his mind around the melodic tunes. He had doomed her by entering her body? But what was it that had happened between them? Itachi knew more now than before, but the act had been a beautifully pleasant one, and he knew not of taboos and the rules structured around this topic. ”What would happen if anyone finds out?” His curiousity was innocent, and it was not a threat interlaced with his words. Would something bad happen? .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 463
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] 300+
The thoughts stalking the shadows of his consciousness brought traces of bitter residue to the back of the youth’s tongue. His own mind was a complex machinery, it seemed, with impulses and signals trailing along his flawed core with messages contradicting each other. The calm he possessed was fuelled by her inability to rise up and spread her silvery wings for the unkind breaths of frost to take her away from his closeness. Yet, there seemed to be disappointment lingering, deep in the darkness of the pits where not even he could gaze down at the truth that was him. How could it be that he did not know himself? He would have believed the possibility to be nonsense, but here he sat, bewilderment growing behind a locked mask of an artist with issues.
Drawing soundless breaths of white and gray, she portrayed the sea as he loved it most; subtle fine waves with a delicate layer of white spray. Was there an upset storm on the move? Fingers that were not his curled against a blonde biceps, and the lean muscle silently tightened under that sudden, physical move of the fairytale creature beside his blonde form. Dusk wished to settle on her delicate features again, but gaze refused, and strayed further from grace. The fallen Prince heard her words and could only wonder at their nature—were they as true as the horror following thick and slick through her upset melody? Banished for having endured his simple touch? The idea of punishment only strengthened the building bile in his throat; for he did not understand any of this half as well as he wished he could.
She had not reached for him for comfort or desire, but in urgency. A pallid white hand settled on top of her frozen fingers regardless, exchanging warmth with cold. Why wouldn’t his mind remain Iceland; neutral and draw him out of the conflict? Her fears were not his, but he responded to them anyway. He had lost everything, but she did not have to. He supposed he could give her that much. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 555
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-20-2011 [html] 300+
The rejection could have been crushing as her hand was torn away from under his warm palm, but there was more to come. The slight warmth from the willowy creature evaporated as her form rose and fled from his side. Blood polluted by tumbling hues of indigo finally drew to the graceful mortal. Flowers shouldn’t grow feet and wander through the seasons of death. He knew she did not belong here, but had rather adored the thought regardless. While his embers could have held vivid disappointment within their depths, his calm core continued to control the muscles granting his face life. Orbs spoke of blankness, though it did not mean there was only indifference playing its strings behind the veil of deep wine.
Why should he mourn such a fleeting being that had barely brushed through the uncertain path he walked? There was no logic to find, but was it so necessary to seek it? What was it that was so important for him to understand here? He expected her to turn and fade away like a dream near sunrise, but she had better manners, it seemed. Why? Did his lanky figure continue to fool her, even now when his identity was exposed? Regardless of his own beliefs on this matter, he was still a child. Perhaps he should have let anger swell behind his pale furred chest, but there wasn’t any. He was a solid rock; it would take years to grind him down and shatter him into pieces unless the devices used were designed for destruction.
Why did he do this? ”I believed I should be the one asking such questions,” he spoke; quiet and cool, though the frostiness of the air surpassed that of his voice by far. China had not exactly tricked him, but she had stripped him for that classic innocence by showing him what two bodies could accomplish together. It was the lovely songbird that had pulled the strings; led him all the way into fulfilling something that she now taught him was something terrible. ”I didn’t know it was wrong,” he said, his tone a loud echo brought by voiceless thought. Sunset eyes remained open; curious and perhaps revealed his ignorance on the subject. Had it been wrong to settle for royal blood instead of a peasant? "Why is it?" .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-21-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 525
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-21-2011 [html] 300+
Itachi Lykoi had known this for a while now; that he was unable to process matters in a way that seemed abnormal to the society he was part of. It was mandatory for him to learn from mistakes—no matter if he thought them right—for he was not ready to greet the world on his own two feet. The lanky youth had found a preference for solitude early in his childhood, but he was not ready to sever existing ties with the world, and he did not think he ever could. Take the fairytale princess with her silver locks and cerulean depths; wouldn’t it be a shame if he never was to know anything like her ever again? While his stance was calm and spoke of indifference, it did not necessarily have to be the truth.
The fallen Prince did not like the words the girl spoke, and liked the incoming ones less and less as they tumbled from her seductive lips. They were not sounds with meaning that he wished to hear. Light blonde ears leaned against the soft hues of his skull in automated response as she outright revealed to him that what they had done was a mistake. How could it be? The youth heard the pixie’s words, but did not want to listen. Yet there was no way he could detest the sweet song of her voice, like silver bells whispering on a morning breeze. She was not for him, she said. Discontentment settled on his features, and the taste was indeed bitter.
It mattered little that she had settled before him and decreased their distance. She told him no, and he knew he had lost something he had never owned. That was how it was with little song birds, they flew away eventually because they were free spirits. With thoughts circling her most recent words, he did not try to understand what she meant with the word different. Yes, he could very well have been a murderer by now, and he guessed it would only be fitting if she told him he was an abomination. He watched blushing fingers settle above the angel heart he had once felt thundering against his palm. Did she mean that he had one? With no thought of the possibility that he was misinterpreting something, the young wolfen form of the male stood up from his lonely seat.
Ashes to ashes, he thought. He had no heart. Turning his deep rubies from her form, he started to pace away, wishing no further interaction with this scene and the girl that seemed to want him gone from her life. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |